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Why, oh why
Does the blood continue to
Flow
Through this useless
Meat
Which longs for that
That is denied by the
Gods
Forced to live a monk's
Life
Though surrounded by many
Flowers
I am unable to touch
I float by as a corpse
Tossed about by the sea
No saving grace
To revivify my aching
Soul
And so I drift
Longing for an end
To a meaningless
Story